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When I was little I thought that adults at weddings automatically knew how to dance in unison like dancers in music videos. Really they were just dancing to The Electric Slide.
That getting married and being happy wasn't something you had to work at -- it was just another inescapable part of growing up, like losing your teeth or going to high school.
i thought that every boy would marry his mother in future
I had very complex beliefs about marriage. I thought that, when a girl was ready to marry (in her late teens or early twenties), she would put on a wedding dress, get in a van, and have her parents drive her to the nearest city, bouquet in hand. She would then walk the streets of the city asking any man she saw to marry her, and, once she found someone, they would go to the nearest church and be married on the spot.
When I was maybe 6 years old I was looking at my parents wedding album. I was upset that I didn't get to be the flower girl. How could my parents choose not to have me in their wedding? My mom tried to explain I was born a few years after so I wasn't being excluded, but I was angry. She should've waited for me to be born so I could be in the wedding. It's funny to me now becuase my mom, who was a virgin when married because we're Chrisitan, couldn't have waited to have me first. It's impossible.
I used to believe that whenever 2 people got married they would have a baby and that they would have to get married again to have a second child.
I used to believe that, because my parents were 4 years apart, every couple had to be four years apart to get married, and that the man ALWAYS had to be older.
When I was little, I used to think that one line in the wedding vows was "Will you have this woman to be your awfully wedded wife"
I could never figure out why you would want to marry that person.
It actually made me giggle durring that part of my wedding ceremony!
That "martial arts" had something to do with marriage.
I thought that to get married, your spouse had to have the same eye color as you did.
i thought when you got married you have to choose a whole last name (not your hubbys name) and for ever i was thinking of a good lastname for me!
When I was about seven, I thought I was supposed to marry my brother who was a couple years older than me. And I thought my sister was supposed to marry our other brother. Talk about incest!!!
I believed that if people had the same birthday, they should get married. Having the same birthday as Prince William, at age twelve I wrote a letter to him explaining my theory.
The most ironic thing? The only man I met with the same birthday as me is the man I eventually married!
When I was younger I thought that to elope was to run off and get pregnant before you got married.
When I was before the age of five, I used to believe when a couple married, they would totally change their names. So when my aunt would call my mom, Jean,I would think,"hmmm, I wonder what her name was before she was married?
I used to think I was going to marry my mom, even though my dad was already married to her.
When I was little and saw wedding pictures of my parents, I told my mom that I wanted to marry my dad, because I thought he was the only eligible bachelor.
I overheard my mom one day say that if you "slept together" that you needed to get engaged and then get married. I started sobbing because I had crawled in bed with my big brother the night before during a storm and I was convinced that I had to now marry my brother when I got older. I was crushed.
When I was very young, I thought eloping sounded very romantic, and that it always meant sneaking out the window down a ladder. Every time I saw a ladder left against a window, I thought it meant that someone had eloped the night before.
As an adult, I know of several people who eloped, and none of them used a ladder. They just got married without telling anyone until afterwards.
My parents marriage was very volatile when I was little. I remember once overhearing a conversation between Mom and my older sister. Mom whispered that Daddy was stepping out on her. I instantly pictured Daddy with big long rubbery legs, taking great big steps down the road and remember wondering what was so wrong with that.